Look At Me | Personal Work

When did it all get so complicated? It is really a mystery when nature surrounds us so boldly and completely. Constantly encroaching, persistently enveloping. Speaking words of love and jealousy at the same time. An all consuming fire always burning, always visible.
How can we not see? How can we not hear?
The waves of the oceans reaching out to wash your feet lap after lap. Love after love. Saying look at me. Come and sit with me. Every morning I will meet you. Every evening I’ll draw the curtains and watch over you as you sleep.
Look at me.